Up the drifted foothills,
Like phantoms in a row,
The ragged lines of somber pines
Filed across the snow.
Down the gloomy coulees
The burdened troopers went,
Snowy packs upon their backs--
Bowed of head and bent.
Up the cloudy mountains,
A mournful singing band,
Marching aimless to some nameless
Undiscovered land.
